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an american golfer

Started by charger490, April 05, 2007, 07:00:14 AM

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An American golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive
into the woods.  Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun
flat on his back, a big bump  on his head and the golfer's ball beside
him. Horrified, the golfer got his  water bottle from the cart and
poured it over the little guy, reviving  him.



"Arrgh! What happened?" the Leprechaun asked.



"I'm afraid I  hit you with my golf ball," the golfer says.



"Oh, I see. Well, ye got me  fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so
whaddya want?"



"Thank God,  you're all right!" the golfer answers in relief. "I don't
want anything, I'm  just glad you're OK, and I apologize." And the
golfer walks off.



"What a  nice guy," the Leprechaun says to himself. "I have to do
something for him. I'll  give him the three things I would want... a
great golf game, all the money he  ever needs, and a fantastic sex
life."



A year goes by (as it does in  stories like this) and the American
golfer is back. On the same hole, he again  hits a bad drive into the
woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him.  "Twas me that made
ye hit the ball here," the little guy says. "I just want to  ask ye,
how's yer golf game?"



"My game is fantastic!" the golfer answers.  "I'm an internationally famous

golfer now." He adds, "By the way, it's good to  see you're all
right."



"Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer  golf game, you know.
And tell me, how's yer money situation?"



"Why, it's  just wonderful!" the golfer states. "When I need cash, I
just reach in my pocket  and pull out $100 bills I didn't even know
were there!"



"I did that fer  ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?"



The golfer blushes, turns his  head away in embarrassment, and says
shyly, "It's OK."



"C'mon, c'mon  now," urged the Leprechaun, "I'm wanting to know if I
did a good job. How many  times a week?"



Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers,  "Once,
sometimes twice, a week."



"What??" responds the Leprechaun in  shock. "That's all? Only once or
twice a week?"



"Well," says the  golfer, "I figure that's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish."






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